Kiwi: Part Ten
A series based in Jamaica during the writing/recording of Harry’s new album.
A/N: This will be the second-last chapter of this series, excluding a possible epilogue. Thank you all for your patience regarding this chapter, as always, all the love to you. xx
Harry’s pillow smelled like vanilla.
A few days ago he’d ran out of his own shampoo, so he’d started using hers that she’d brought with her when she returned to his place. It was vanilla-scented and made his hair feel soft and silky, and there was nothing she loved more than to play with his hair as his eyes drooped shut at the end of a busy day.
Calliope was sitting on Harry’s bed, hugging his pillow to her chest with her legs criss-crossed on the mattress. She had Harry’s phone beside her and was listening to his album.
His album. He had been so proud of it when he burst into the room and announced to her that he was finally finished.
“Calliope!” He shouted from down the hallway, causing her to look up towards the bedroom door. She’d just gotten out of the shower— her t-shirt was sticking to her skin where she wasn’t dry enough, and she was in a pair of underwear covered in purple teddy bears that she’d owned since high school. Her short locks of hair were still dripping a little as Harry bounded into the room like a racecar, a huge grin on his face.
“What?” She giggled, running her hands through her damp hair as a form of brushing it. She was sitting on her side of his bed, but now pushed herself up to rest on her knees as she waited for his response.
“I finished the album,” he exhaled in an elated manner, as if he’d just run a marathon. She’d never seen him smile that wide, and it just about split her in two. “It’s done.”
“It’s done?” Cal repeated, her voice going up two octaves. He simply nodded in response, lifting his hands to tangle his fingers through his hair in almost disbelief.
“It’s done!” He laughed, and she squealed simultaneously. Excitement surged through her body as she pushed herself up so that she could stand on top of the bed mattress, bouncing up and down a little bit as she yelled.
“Oh my gosh, Harry!” She laughed, and squeaked a little bit as Harry hopped onto the bed with her. He clambered on clumsily only to stand up and take Cal’s hands, the both of them bouncing up and down giddily. He bounced over to her and slid his arms around her, pulling her down onto the mattress.
Calliope wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck as a surge of pride rushed through her chest, curling up in his lap as she pressed her lips to his in a succession of small kisses.
But within seconds, something shifted the mood. Harry was no longer smiling against her lips, and his arms constricted around her body a little bit tighter— usually that would be a sign that he cared, but that day it felt more like a warning signal.
“I’m done…” he muttered, and his voice almost took a sad tone. “I’m done. That means I’ve got to go.”
Calliope stopped breathing.
She knew that this was going to happen. Cal and Harry both knew that he was only in Jamaica for a handful of weeks and was then to go back to his life. But that was before…well, that was before they’d fallen in love.
And in that moment she wondered, would she have done it all over again if she’d known it would end so soon?